Breeders Poem
You'll love your little puppy, she'll make your house a home,
She'll be your very best friend, you'll never feel alone.
She'll make you smile, She'll make you laugh,
She'll fill your heart with love . . . . . . . .
Did she come from a breeder or fall from heaven above?
If you've never been a breeder or seen life through their eyes
as you hold your little puppy, please don't criticize.
You don't know of all the anguish and the times that bring such pain.
When we lose the battle with a little one, and the tears they flow like rain.
Sometimes we sit the whole night through waiting for babies to be born.
Oh the stress and trepidation, when their still not here by dawn.
Or, the panic of holding a tiny baby in our hands
who weighs but 60 grams.
Do I do this instead of that or that instead of this?
Alone we fight and hope we won't give him his last kiss.
We pray he'll live to bring some joy and make a house a home
We know it's up to us, and we fight this fight alone.
Formulas, bottles, heating pads, we have to get it right,
Two hour feedings for this tiny guy, throughout the day and night.
In our hearts we know we are probably going to lose this epic fight,
but we keep trying to save him because God willing, we just might.
Day one he's in there fighting; we say a silent prayer
Day two and three he's doing well, with lots of love and care
